Geek Chic 11

"So," Ms. Nelson continued, turning the corner of the school hall, "your first task is to interview anyone that inspires you or the school, or just plain inspirational." She smiled, me walking behind her.
She turned to face me, and gave me a little shake, "You can absolutely do it, and for that, I will leave now. I have a class, somewhat something I don't look forward to."
* * * *
Someone to interview...I was sitting at the cafeteria table when I saw Mary coming towards me, holding sandwiches and a cup of hot coco.
"Wow, brainstorming?" she asked, dropping her food onto the table carelessly. I nodded weakly, I've been so into it, that the whole row of classes didn't interest me a bit, even Music.
"So, they're serving coco now?"I asked, changing the subject. I brought Mary's coco towards me and took a peek inside. It looked like coco. So, I guess it's okay.
"Yesh," she replied, munching her sandwich, topped with egg and tuna. "Good, this is good."
I stared at her, wide-eyed. Mary was such a lovely girl, her attitude, and her appetite, too.
"And I have found my answer."
She stopped biting, baffled and looked at me. "Huh?"
* * * *
"So I'm inspirational?" Mary asked, doodling a human head on her exercise book that wasn't used. Her human head looked a little too demented, her eyes unsteady, and her mouth quirky.
"Yeah, especially art." I joked, looking down at her drawing. She gave me a 'say that again I'll smack ya' glare. "Fine, fine." I held my hands up.
"So spill your questions," she asked once more, sounding bored.
"Doesn't it even interest you that you're chosen?" I grabbed my pencil and my paper and shove it on top of my blue navy table. Mary and I were sitting in the library, ready for her interview. I haven't even made any questions, but I had all the experience to pay for it. I could make one out in an instant.
"Well, seeing that you only have me as a friend, no." She said sarcastically, looking up from her drawing. "No offence."
The place was getting cold and school was almost over, only a few students were left in this old library, and the librarian was dozing off. Her head leaning above the stack of books she was stamping, what a disgrace.
"None taken," I zipped my bag and placed it beside me, "Now, hmm, so how many years have you been in the school?"
"More than you can count,"she rolled her eyes.
I dropped my pencil, ready for a dramatic pause. "Look, I'm serious. Just answer, alright?"
"FINE, 5 years."
"See, I could count that." I smiled, jotting down '5' on the blank yellowish paper.
"Next, what do you think of, this ...building." I raised my index fingers to make a 'quote' mark.
"I think this building," she did the same, "is really old. And it needs renovation, and dearie, what does this have to do with 'inspiration'?" she asked, driving me mad.
"I DON'T KNOW," I shouted in whispers, "Just answer these freakish questions, I guess we need to know you better to judge if you're inspirational."
"Cool your jets, I've got something for you, anyway." She said, smiling. Her eyes glittered under the fluorescent lights in the room, and her grin was so unreadable, it made me anxious.
"What is it?" I asked, trying to hide my anxiousness and putting up the whole angry face, "You know if you're playing me I'm really gotta walk outt-"
"It's a parrrtyyy~!" she sang, tossing her hair back with one hand and the other clipping a sheet of peach orange paper, written in green, 'Mary's Tavern'.
I shut my mouth.
"Party? What party?" I asked, and she slid the paper across the table. I grabbed it and looked at it, really looked at it.

dear you!

you are invited to Mary's Tavern, MY tavern. Whatever tavern means. (: Anyway, it'll be heck of a night, filled with sparkling juice(since we can't have alcohol),real gooood food, and tons of music, NOT TO MENTION ALMOST THE WHOLE SCHOOL UP HERE!

& no, the add isn't at my house. it's at some grand big left out place, THE TAVERN. HAHAHAH.

Anyway, contact me: 013482098;

whoo, come come.

ps: this is a real party not some fake so please don't throw this away thinking it is a fake because it's real see ya!

"Weird P.S," I commented, "but I'm not sure I can come."

Her smile
dropped.

"WHY?"

"Because uhm, my house is filled with issues, and I know it's up to me to fix
it."

"Wait, what if I say I invite your brother along? Then one of your family
members would totally forgive you for whatever you've done, and one issue would
be gone, just by coming to have fun. How about that?" she hopefully whispered, "Please!"

I thought for a while. Why not? Adam's haven't gone to any parties since I
can even remember! And his friends will be there. So, yeah! & I can totally
apologize for whatever I've done.

"Sure, why not?" I said, shrugging. "Now, promise me you'd really answer
these questions..."

"Okay," she sounded giddy, and she tossed two milkshakes, startling me, "but
if you'd have me compare with interview and milkshake, I'd pick milkshake." I'm still wondering how she can stuff two milkshakes in her small hippy bag.

I pushed my paper aside, "Ditto."